#hat

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#death #dying #tell-them-whatever-you-want #death

I like looking at your body,” she said. “Thank you. I like looking at you, period,” I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty. “It’s getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up,” I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair. “Stand right there,” she said. “Don’t move.” I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm’s length. “Don’t move,” she said. “I heard you,” I responded. I stood. She took three photos. “I wish I could paint a picture of you,” I said. “Do you paint?” she asked. “No,” I responded, “But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken. ↗

— Scott Hildreth

#beauty

While love shuts down areas of the brain associated with judgment and reasoning by contrast those consumed with hate have very active reasoning facilities. It takes logic to figure out how to attack your enemy. ↗

— Randall Parker

#noremorse #love

The conviction that the world and man is something that had better not have been, is of a kind to fill us with indulgence towards one another. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#love

Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. You can hate someone you're in love with ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#love #love

We love books because they are the greatest escape. That is because our own minds eye is the purest form of virtual reality. ↗

— M.R. Mathias

#m-r-mathias #michael-robb #profound-realizations #quotes-that-make-sense #reader

Hate is such a strong emotion. Much more powerful than indifference. But those who burn with hate can also love just as intensely. Can't they? When you hate--or love--do you do so with all your heart? So much that it feels as if you might die from it? ↗

— Morgan Rhodes

#love #love

The moment people come to know love, they run the risk of carrying hate. ↗

— Masashi Kishimoto

#love #naruto #love

Well, good afternoon, sunshine. How are you feeling?" "Like something the cat dragged in, then dragged back outside to leave in the rain, and mud, then the lightning hit it, and burned it, and the cat came back to tear it into pieces, before burying it. ↗

— Kimberly Montague

#bastard #betrayal #brother #car #cars

I was modest--they accused me of being crafty: I became secretive. I felt deeply good and evil--nobody caressed me, everybody offended me: I became rancorous. I was gloomy--other children were merry and talkative. I felt myself superior to them--but was considered inferior: I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world--none understood me: and I learned to hate. ↗

— Mikhail Lermontov

#good-and-evil #hate #love